Fang Ling ignored the axe that he could not avoid at all. All his energy was transferred to his tour map in an instant.

According to the location on the tour map, I was only tens of feet away from the path.

The axe chopped from the sky was also more than ten feet away from him. Although Fang Ling knew in his heart that this was an illusion, the feeling this illusion gave him was that as long as he was severely chopped by this axe, he would never die and would lose a layer of skin.

Fang Ling fled towards the direction of the path, and when his feet landed on the path, the axe that was about to fall on his head disappeared without a trace.

The mountains and rivers are magnificent, and the aura is boiling!

This is the first feeling Fang Ling looked around on the path where the traces had been covered by time.

The high peaks that were towering into the clouds were like giant pillars that were rising up the sky. Although Fang Ling had carefully seen these peaks from a distance, Fang Ling's heart was even more shocked when looking at these peaks at this time.

If you feel magnificent from the outside, then at this time, when he looked at these mountains that looked like magical, he felt a kind of inexplicable meaning.

"Um!"

Just as Fang Ling was sweeping towards a mountain inadvertently, he saw a boy one foot tall, running in the void without any trace.

When Fang Ling looked at him, the boy seemed to see Fang Ling. In amazement, his whole body suddenly sank into a Ganoderma lucidum as big as a house.

This Ganoderma lucidum presents colorful colors, with rolling clouds above the Ganoderma lucidum condensed into various auspicious clouds.

According to Fang Ling's concern, such a large Ganoderma lucidum will take at least tens of thousands of years, or even tens of thousands of years. It is conceivable that the effectiveness of Ganoderma lucidum is.

Not to mention anything else, the Taoist patterns condensed in the clouds make people feel terrifying.

And that boy should be the elf born from Ganoderma lucidum. Most of the essence of Ganoderma lucidum should be on this boy.

If this boy is swallowed, the benefits will be even more amazing. Fang Ling even felt that if he swallowed this little boy, he would definitely be able to achieve the late stage of Taoist priesthood.

Even the top of Taoist people.

The boy seemed to be full of curiosity on Fang Ling. When Fang Ling stared at his huge body, he emerged from the Ganoderma lucidum and floated in the ethereal clouds, looking at Fang Ling with a smile.

From his own mountain to the boy's mountain, separated by a cliff, Fang Ling was determined to take the Ganoderma lucidum doll into his hand. However, thinking of the danger here, he finally shook his head.

Although Ganoderma lucidum dolls are very good, they are still far behind compared to their lives.

The danger in the Xiyue Divine Mountain is probably more powerful than the legends outside. The battlefield illusion filled with blood evil spirits can eliminate one's life and death.

I still honestly followed the tour map and found the sacred tree that dominated the entire sacred mountain. With the sacred mountain map of Huashan, I could take this sacred mountain in my own hands.

However, if this Huashan is like the Three Confucius Saint Realm, although everything is in front of you, it will be troublesome if you can't touch it.

When Fang Ling thought of the golden holy tree, he felt a little painful. He knew very well that as long as he brought the golden holy tree into his hands, formed a holy realm map, and took his own great aura, he would definitely have a qualitative improvement.

Unfortunately, even though he understands it, the Golden Holy Tree does not give Fang Zhenren any face. No matter what method Fang Ling uses, it will be difficult to enter the surroundings of the Golden Holy Tree.

But Fang Ling could only put this worry, and then he could not see the place where the sacred tree grew. How did he know if this sacred tree could be used for him?

Compared with the tour map, Fang Ling carefully analyzed it and felt that the most likely location of the sacred tree was four peaks, east, west, south, north and north.

Among these four peaks, the most likely ones are Lotus Peak and the highest Nan Peak. After all, the Nan Peak is the highest mountain in May.

Fang Ling determined that his current location was closest to the West Peak of Mount Hua, and the West Peak was the most likely place that Fang Ling determined to have a sacred tree.

Thanks for the tour map, and thanks for the sophisticated tour map, almost every goat path has its mark.

If my tour map was a little careless, I'm afraid I would have been buried under the axe of the illusion giant just now.

Following the marked mountain road, Fang Ling went down. Along the way, Fang Ling did not encounter any wild beasts, nor did he encounter any creatures who practiced to become monsters. The most right thing he encountered was the spiritual medicine.

Thousands of years of Polygonatum, tens of thousands of years of blood Ganoderma lucidum, and even tens of years of ginseng that has grown into a world of people...

These treasures that are rare in the Zhou Dynasty, even if there is a gold-given treasure, can be seen everywhere on this Huashan Mountain like ordinary rocks.

At the beginning, Fang Ling would pick up some of these things. Although the elixirs made by these things were not of great use to him, he still had disciples and relatives in the Zhou Dynasty.

Giving these things to your younger generation can be said to be very proud of your face, but as the things are reduced, Fang Ling's desire to pick them has faded.

It’s like, if you look for a thousand-year-old ginseng with a basket, you will naturally be ecstatic when you find one in such a huge place.

But if ginseng is like blooming cotton, no matter how you pick it, you will never be able to pick it all, I am afraid that your heart will not be so smooth at this time.

However, along the way, Fang Ling also discovered a little strange place, that is, although he picked up a lot of spiritual medicine, he did not find a piece of Yuan stone.

As the tides of the heaven and earth in Mount Hua were spewing, countless raw stones rushed out of Mount Hua, but Fang Ling did not see any Yuan stones after he went down the mountain.

Could it be that all the Yuan stones are within these peaks?

Fang Ling looked at the sacred mountains that seemed to contain strange Taoist rhymes and shook his head gently. Although he liked Yuanshi very much, it was basically certain that there should be good things under these peaks, but Fang Ling did not dare to take action.

I just deviated from the path up the mountain and almost died in the killing of the illusion. If I dig the entire mountain, I still don’t know what to dig out?

So at this time, Fang Ling felt like he was going deep into Baoshan but could only return empty-handed.

However, no matter how strong this feeling was, Fang Ling could only go on. Of course, Fang Ling would put the treasure medicine that seemed to be free of money into his small Qiankun bag without hesitation.

Just as Fang Ling followed the mountain road to the bottom of the mountain, he looked up and saw that on the western peak not far from him, a figure appeared on the peak of the mountain that looked like a huge lotus on the top of the mountain.

A figure that is more than ten feet tall!

However, Fang Ling was at the foot of the mountain at this time and could not see the figure clearly, so naturally there was no way to mention anything else.

However, from his perspective, what he saw was the huge figure, holding an axe with a rolling golden light, and slashing towards the huge mountain peak.

In Fang Ling's feeling, this axe was like thunder, making people unable to feel any resistance at all.

Looking at the axe, Fang Ling felt as if he had obtained something, but as the axe slashed down, the figure of your axe disappeared. Fang Ling felt that in fact, there was nothing in his heart.

He knew in his heart that what he saw just now was not an illusion.

The reason why he got nothing was not that he did not have enough understanding, but that the mystery inside was too deep.

When Fang Ling saw that there were no more figures on the mountain, he sat cross-legged on the ground and began to comprehend.

The sun rises and sunsets, and this understanding is that the nine suns and moons alternate. Fang Ling, who opens his eyes again, gives people a feeling of extreme fatigue.

Tired. Since becoming a Taoist and the passage of the tunnel, Fang Ling has rarely felt the word "tired", but at this moment, he still felt very tired.

But Fang Ling's eyes became extremely bright at this moment.

The axe that slashed the earth made Fang Ling’s gains inside surpass his expectations. Although the axe was simple, Fang Ling had nine changes in that axe.

No, to be precise, Fang Ling saw nine kinds of Taoist patterns in that axe.

Nine kinds of killing, slashing, communicating with heaven and earth, and the power is as powerful as a thousand pounds. These Taoist patterns are also hidden in a single axe.

During the practice, Fang Ling always felt that an attack method could only imply the kind of Taoist pattern he had comprehended.

But now the axe refreshed his understanding. It can be said that this axe suddenly split a door in Fang Ling's heart.

Although Fang Ling recognized the nine kinds of Taoist patterns, except for the Taoist patterns that were as powerful as thousands of pounds, Fang Ling did not have much understanding of the other Taoist patterns.

Not to mention, integrate that pattern into one blow as a whole.

Fang Ling didn't know how powerful this attack was, but he had no doubt at all. If he was placed under that axe, he would probably have a dead end.

After throwing a ten thousand-year-old ginseng directly into his mouth, Fang Ling practiced cross-legged. What he needs now is to restore his energy as soon as possible. As for ginseng, Fang Ling didn't take this seriously.

Fang Ling opened her eyes again, staring at the huge mountain, looking at the top of the lotus.

Unfortunately, the giant holding a giant axe did not appear again. After waiting for three days, Fang Ling finally decided to follow the original plan.

At this moment, his thoughts of climbing to the huge mountain became even stronger. He wanted to see what the axe contained.

The thing he doubted the most about now was the axe that he determined to contain only nine kinds of Taoist patterns.

Does that axe really only contain nine kinds of Taoist patterns? (To be continued...)

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Chapter completed!